Art for Artists

Apparently, they had an art appreciation unit this year.

And a soup appreciation unit as well. Can't say I'd want to try "fry soup."

I'm also enjoying my son's interpretation of Munch's "The Scream." Certainly there's much more in a child's mind to scream about when there's a fire-breeding tornado in the background, rather than a Krakatoa-inspired sunset and schizophrenia.

SNAE!

Now with the temperatures in the 90s, it's kind of nice to think of snow. As in "it's very, very far away from us at the moment."

The Tree of Life

Here you go. Another version of the Tree of Life.

Tree Fort

Ah, summertime, when the thoughts of boys turn to tree forts and plunger-launching crossbows.

Bleak Birds

I don't know why the family is so bleak. They seem to get along with their squirrel neighbor. They both seem well-fed. Maybe there was infidelity, or a chronic lack of jellybeans. So I don't know. And our daughter, who drew this, isn't telling.

REVOLUTION!

Ah yes, the school project parade begins. This from our youngest, copied freehand.

Jabba the Dadd

Found this on my desk when I got home from work today. I'd like to hand it over to some kind of Sherlock Holmes forensics expert to see which label was written first . . .